Circe smells like taking a walk along the shores of the secluded island of Aeaea, the salty breeze of sea air billowing around you as you make your way up a path toward the dense woods ahead. You move forward, into the thick of it, and eventually find your way to a small clearing with a dark hut; a lush garden surrounds it. You feel you should leave before someone sees you, but the mysterious herbal smell wafting out through the open window beckons you, come closer, and so you do.
Notes: Licorice Root, Sage, Salty Sea Air
Pair With: Madeline Miller, Homer's Odyssey, Moral Ambiguity